The Guardians of London: Third Echelon CHAPTER THREE [6 Slots Open]

[MrJKapowey]

Harper just stood there, with a stunned expression, before beginning to smile.

"Are you serious, I'm definately not going in front of him when we start fighting! Having that madde ready in the middle of a public place; And yes, you should've pointed it up."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

"Don't mock me..." said Bastian, going red in the face.
Some thin threads of orange energy wound out and hung over his foot, inching into the wounds and plucking the pieces of buckshot out of his foot and letting them tinkle into the sand.
"That's a little better...and Bastian attempted to move but immediately fell over when he tried to put weight on his foot.
"I'll concede to going to a medic if one of you helps me walk..."

 

[MrJKapowey]

"I'm not mocking you, I'm just giving some constructive critiscism as to how you can remain mobile without needing a wheel-chair." Harper stopepd gigling and stepped forwards, offering Bastian a hand up.

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Bastian stood up and they started to hobble towards what Bastian hoped was a medical center, as Harper was leading them.
"Had a good time in Egypt?" asked Bastian as they walked.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Once Pyotr heard the shotgun discharge and saw Bastian's shot foot, he only grumbled in disapproval something in Russian as he lowered his face into his palm and shook his head in disbelief. He raised his head again and gave Jeffery a look of disdain before raising the bottle of vodka that was in his other hand and taking a rather large gulp. "Do not be such a baby," Pyotr said as he looked to Bastian. He walked up to him and observed the wounded foot for a moment. "You do not need a doctor for something as minor as this. At least not if the madman with a shotgun decided to go against using tainted buckshot."

 

[MrJKapowey]

Harper grunted, "Okay ish. The tea here's horrible and the heat is horrendous, but you get used to the latter after a while. The former's inexcusable."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Bastian nodded, "Have you done any research about this temple we're going to? Do you know who where it is or how to get there?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Spoiler: ooc

Not a problem. I've been super busy. Plus I didn't even know he could do that.

Jeffery, moody from being startled gave Pyotr the finger, and repumped his shotgun "Why would I need tainted buckshot. If I'm gonna kill someone I'm gonna use fricken grenades!" He pulled open a side of the first trench coat revealing around a dozen or so grenades.

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

In the shadows, they waited. There were three of them. Necromancers sworn to the service of the Temple of the Red Moon, the most sacred reliquary of all. Deep within lay relics of dark magic guarded for millenia, and their most sacred holy relic of all. Astarael, the Death Bell. The final toll that calls the spirit to Ou'Rus. If these foreigners were to brave its sanctums they would need their guidance but not yet. For now, they only watched and waited for the proper time to reveal themselves.

 

[MrJKapowey]

Harper sighed: "Ah, well, I know roughly where it si, like-wise for the journey. It wont be easy though - it is unbelievably hard to get anyone to give you information withouta a bribe, and my official allowance only went so far. My personal money for the trip is practicaly gone too..."

 

[Daft Sikes]

"Then we'll just ask around," Hadrian said while gesturing to the bustling street. "We may find a few generous souls around here willing to share the information with us."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Bastian understood. They made good time to a small hospital where a kind old arabic man cleaned and dressed Bastian's foot and have him a small cane to lean on while it healed. Bastian gave him two extra gold marks for his trouble and they left with Bastian hobbling with them.
"How long of a journey? Are we traveling my camel? Airplane?" asked Bastian as they left.

 

[MrJKapowey]

"Well we've got some choices - it's up to you. We can go by car, I know where we can get some GPs; we can go by plane - if you can arrange that, the man who has the planes wasn't that receptive to my requests but your authority and crazy shotgun wielders amy convince him; the last option is camels, that's simple: there's loads of the buggers around, you'll have a hard time choosing which dealer to buy from."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

"I've always been partial to the ground path. We'll be able to approach in more secrecy, in case the temple isn't receptive to us...and camels can't be that bad, right?"
Bastian didn't know how wrong he was until Hadrian was trying to haggle with some locals over the price of enough camels for them. One of them spit in his face, the rest of them laughed at him.
"Be careful" said one of the young boys tending the animals "They spit."
Bastian grimaced, chagrined.
"The most they'll give is five camels...some of us are going to have to walk..." said Hadrian.
Bastian furrowed his brows..."We'll need lots of supplies too...and fresh water..."
They had along way to go until they were ready to cross over the river and head towards the Temple.

 

[MrJKapowey]

Harper just shook his head, smiling. "You guys can get the camels, I'll get a GP. Much faster, and it can mount a .50."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

The Guardians all scattered to look for fresh supplies and water while Hadrian haggled with a man willing to sell his old GP.
"Four hundred pounds!" seemed to be the man's final offer but Hadrian kept trying to haggle him down.
Bastian, however, walked with Reuben to look for places that could sell them an enchanted vial of infinite spring. Rare and valuable, many alchemists made them for the rich who wished to make a caravans into the desert to search for lost treasure. Reuben was following both to keep him company and in case anything else stalked them.
Bastian turned to Reuben, his gold mask glittering. Kin's mask Bastian corrected himself.
"So, Rebuen. How goes your training with Sir Nicolaus?"

 

[Daft Sikes]

"Look friend, I can't sell it to you for that price," the old man said impatiently. "If you don't give me a fair offer, then please leave me be. I have better things to do then being pestered by some fool"
Hadrian's exasperated expression turned into an evil smile. "Oh I do indeed have a fair offer for you..." Before the old man could reply, he found a large blade being pressed against his throat. "Here's my offer, you give me the GP, and I won't cut your head open like a watermelon. Sound fair?"
The old man was shaking, holding the keys to the GP in his hand. Hadrian plucked the keys from his trembling hand and withdrew Body.
"Thank you." Hadrian rustled around in his pocket and dropped a pouch of money containing about 200 pounds.

 

[MrJKapowey]

Harper sighed and holstered his pistol as Hadrian turned back to him: "Maybe give a little warning before you go and scare random people again: might help prevent me from shooting you."

He smiled and walked round the vehicle before clambering into the passenger seat: "You bought it, you drive it."

Spoiler: OOC

Erm, I mentioned buying a .50 kind of as a joke, but do you want us to go get one?

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Spoiler: OOC

We have one in the airship. It's like deus ex machina but without the deus part...

 

[MrJKapowey]

Spoiler: OOC

Acceptable DEM since it's not a plot-critical event.